#babywwx

[daynight139]

Yiling Laozu Xianxian wants upsiess~<3

[mamoonde]

struck by the image of toddlers wangxian

where 3 y/o a-ying's little prank on a-zhan goes a /little/ too far.

you see, his mom taught him just how good of a creepy hiding place their linen closet can be. and he is eager to try it out himself. scaring a-zhan will be fun!

(a-ying had screamed and nearly peed his pants but a-zhan doesn't need to know that.)

when they're all set up in the living room, a-ying pretends to forget something.

"we left lil apple in my bed, i'm gonna go get her!" a-ying says. "you hold down the fort, okay?"

a-zhan nods seriously in that way that makes his cheeks wobble.

he walks to his bedroom, then when a-zhan's not looking, tiptoes into the linen closet and climbs into the second shelf with all the blankets.

when he's all settled, he creaks open the door and yells.

"AHHHHHHH ZHANZHAN, HELP MEEEE!!!!!"

and then he tugs the door shut.

from underneath the blankets (oof, it's so hot in here!) he can hear footsteps and a-zhan's voice, "a-ying? where are you? a-ying!"

a-ying claps a hand to his mouth and laughs quietly. so much fun!

still, he hadn't known it'd be this hot and stuffy in the closet! his foot kicks something that spills all over the floor. oops, he's gonna have to clean that up later.

even worse, he can hear a-zhan get closer now. "a-ying? a-ying!!!"

a-zhan actually sounds close to crying now and a-ying starts feeling a little guilty.

okay, maybe not so fun now.

he pushes past the blankets and opens the door. "I'M HERE—"

except it turns out he was closer to the edge of the shelf than he thought and a-ying tumbles out of the linen closet almost head first. he might've yelled a little.

"A-YING!" a-zhan screams.

a-ying pops his head out of the small pile of blankets he'd fallen on top of to the sight of a-zhan looking at him scared.

"gotcha!" a-ying tries to grin, but a-zhan still looks upset. "i'm okay, it was just a joke!"

a-ying hops out of the blankets and raises his arms. "see?"

a-zhan reaches out a shaky hand, "b-but a-ying, b-blood!"

a-ying claps a hand to his forehead where a-zhan is pointing. it doesn't hurt, but his hand comes away red.

a-zhan bursts into tears. "a-ying, don't die!!!! cangse ayi!!! ayi!!!!! a-ying is dying!!!"

which is how cangse checks in on the kids only mildly worried, and almost has a heart attack.

"but he's ok?" changze asks through the phone later.

"yea, he's fine." cangse snorts. "remember the leftover fake blood from last year's halloween?"

"the one you said you put away?" changze replies wryly.

"i did put it away!" cangse says. "until your son knocked it over and soaked three of our good blankets in it!"

changze groans then chuckles. "well, we did need new blankets, you said... how are the kids doing now?"

cangse peeks into the living room and stifles a laugh.

a-ying is half on top of a puffy-eyed, pouting a-zhan, rubbing his small hands up and down a-zhan's back. "i'm all fine, see? i'm here, zhanzhan, i'm here. i'm sorry, i won't scare you again."

"they're fine now, but poor a-zhan was pretty freaked out. a-ying should be too guilty to do it again any time soon."

changze huffs. "until you teach him the next scare tactic. he'll probably still do it with fengmian's kids"

cangse groans. "at least we're out of fake blood."

~the end.

[captainkirkk]

Okay but teenage wwx is basically the embodiment of the >:3c and :3c emoticons ahsbdj can you IMAGINE he disappears from the cloud recesses for hours and when he finally appears again he’s like hopping the fences holding five jars of emperor’s smile and like covered in blood or soaking wet or something. The juniors: how??? Babywwx: oh you know ;3. Lwj was sulking composing sad pining music the whole time he was gone. wwx is like you can’t be mad at me. I’m baby.

Oh man, now I am SO tempted to write this fic.

[daynight139]

Sleeping time.